Twentyone days till the deadline we have set to be out of our house and I’m not going to lie it’s been a bit rough around here. The packing needs to start happening for reals and I have a feeling it’s going to come down to the wire.
Honestly it’s been tough for a few weeks now. I’m really struggling with insomnia and some anxiety (likely related), and I’m not at my best as a mother or partner. Add in a healthy dose of the terrible twos and we are sure keeping things interesting. Eloise is different in every way to how I remember Patrick at this age. She and I are so much alike that we really butt heads, and I’m currently finding it really hard to be the “adult” in any situation when we disagree. In my better moments I applaud myself for raising such a strong independent young lady, in the moments I’m less proud off I scream right back at her and think in my head “I will win.” I know it’s impossible to “win” an argument with a 2.5yr old but it hasn’t stopped me from trying. These are not my proudest moments as a parent and I feel like they have definitely been more frequent recently. I’m sure it has a lot to do with the amount of stress we are all under with this move and I’m hoping that as we start really moving on the packing, and checking things off the list this will begin to ease (at least for me).
Twentyone days till we move out of our house. Twentyone days till we start our two months of couch surfing at my moms and traveling. Twentyone days till our life really turns upside down.
On a lighter note we did this today!
A much needed break from all the house/ packing drama for a little family time. It was intended as a little morning hike with us leaving the house around 9:30 or 10 at the outside, but we didn’t end up leaving till some time around 11 (see toddler drama above). This totally threw the afternoon off and I didn’t get any packing done, but it was really nice to get out and spend some time as a family.